Soon, a group of police officers arrived at the sanatorium.
With the matter escalating to such an extent, the owner of the sanatorium has become a coward, never showing up from beginning to end.
The "boss's brother-in-law" mentioned by the scarred man did not show up.
Yan Yaoyao's face was deathly pale, her mind preoccupied with how to exonerate herself.
If it weren't for Yuan Mengchun, Yan Yaohui would definitely have killed her with a knife by now.
Yuan Mengchun had many wounds, large and small, and due to inadequate cleaning, he developed bedsores on his buttocks and had to be transferred to the hospital.
Yan Qiao sneered, "You're quite filial, taking 200,000 yuan a month to send your grandmother to this place. No wonder you tried so hard to stop me from coming."
Yan Yaoyao stood there stiffly, her face still bearing a bright red handprint; Yan Yaohui hadn't held back at all when he struck.
“I just brought my grandma here; I had no idea that the nursing home was like this.”
We cannot admit it!
Yan Qiao was too lazy to argue with her. Yan Yaoyao was the kind of person who could make even the black seem white.
Let her continue deceiving herself.
Shen Zhou looked at Yan Yaoyao with a complicated expression. She was making so much money every month, yet she had sent Yuan Mengchun to a place like this.
She claimed she knew nothing about it, but who would believe her?
A pang of regret welled up in his heart. One wrong step led to another. Did he really want to marry this kind of person?
Zhou Yuanxi didn't care what kind of person Yan Yaoyao was; she only cared about money.
More than character, she cared about whether Yan Yaoyao could keep her promise on time.
Shortly after, Yan Yaohui emerged from the ward with a gloomy expression.
He first gave Yan Yaoyao a cold glare, then looked at Yan Qiao.
"Your grandmother wants to see you."
Yan Yaoyao was shocked and quickly asked, "Dad, what about me?"
He snorted, "How dare your grandmother see you! Yan Yaoyao, you have utterly disappointed me!"
Yan Qiao walked in by herself, closed the door, and shut out the noise from outside.
Pei Jingzhan waited outside the door, his expression indifferent, as if nothing happening around him could arouse his interest in the slightest.
Yan Yaoyao's heart was pounding, her mind a jumble of thoughts.
On one hand, she wondered if Yuan Mengchun would hold a grudge against her and thus tell Yan Qiao the truth about the inheritance.
On the one hand, she was thinking that Yuan Mengchun hated Yan Qiao the most, so how could he be on the same side as her?
In this agonizing wait that felt like an eternity, the ward door was opened again.
Yan Yaoyao spoke first: "Yan Qiao, what did my grandma say to you?"
Yan Qiao's eyes were cold, making it impossible to discern her true thoughts.
After a pause, she said, "The old lady said that there is indeed an inheritance, but it is in your and Ms. Chen Lan's names. The will is not in her possession."
Yan Yaoyao was overjoyed; Yuan Mengchun had actually thought of the same thing as her!
I was indeed overthinking it. Yuan Mengchun had spent his whole life planning for himself and his son. How could he possibly side with Yan Qiao at this crucial moment?
She relaxed completely. "Do you believe me now? This inheritance has absolutely nothing to do with your mother. I understand your resentment, but if it's not yours, you can't take it."
Something feels off to me; Yan Qiao actually confessed so honestly.
[She's feeling guilty, she's in the wrong, this inheritance wasn't even hers to begin with.]
[Regarding the older generation of the Yan family, I side with Yan Qiao's maternal grandmother, but regarding the inheritance, I side with Yan Yaoyao!]
[Yan Qiao's behavior was rather unseemly. She's already rich enough, yet she's still so greedy.]
Yan Qiao looked at her with a smile, her clear eyes seeming to see right through her.
"Yes, what isn't yours can't be taken away."
Yan Yaoyao suddenly felt a little panicked. Yan Qiao's expression showed not a trace of regret.
Could it be that the stimulation was too much?
“I told you before, these things were left to me by my grandfather, and have nothing to do with you.”
Yan Qiao shrugged. "Alright, then I wish you a speedy recovery of the old man's inheritance."
Then, she glanced at Pei Jingzhan, and the two left side by side.
As soon as they left, Jin Lu quickly followed them away.
Now that we know the man beside Yan Qiao is Third Master, there's no reason to let this opportunity slip by.
"Yan Qiao!"
Yan Qiao had just gotten into the passenger seat, and the car door wasn't even closed yet.
She propped one leg out of the car and turned around with a cold expression: "What is it?"
"I want to beg you again, could you please plead with Third Master for me? My husband, Lao Yao..."
Yan Qiao interrupted impatiently, "How many times have I told you, I don't know that old man, Master Pei!"
Jin Lu: "..." You really dare to say that.
Pei Jingzhan: "..." He endured it, not getting angry.
My name is Pei Bingjun. What does Third Master Pei have to do with me?
But the words "old thing" were like a thorn in my side, echoing in my mind like a demonic chant.
The urge to strangle Yan Qiao was stirring within him.
Yan Qiao then said, "Miss Jin Lu, even though you're no good either, are you really not going to break up with Yao Wanchang? He's even worse than you."
Jin Lu's smile was extremely awkward: "Is this... a compliment?"
"Of course not, they're all trash, but you two are clearly not in the same category; you're recyclable. I have some questions, though I'm not sure if I should ask them."
Jin Lu: "..." Thank you so much!
If you're unsure whether you should ask a question, can't you just keep quiet?
Yan Qiao said, "What do you want from Yao Wanchang? Is it his age? His lack of bathing? His baldness? His divorce and child?"
Jin Lu gritted her teeth: "Don't you understand the concept of social class transition? You went from being the daughter of the Yan family to where you are today. Although you still have no worries about food and clothing, your social circle is different now. Do you think those rich young ladies from the past will even give you a second glance?"
She felt that Yan Qiao was truly hypocritical; she had clearly climbed up to Master Pei, yet she turned around and advised her to get a divorce.
How ridiculous!
Yan Qiao gave an "oh," and said, "I really don't understand. After all, I used to live in the Yan family and never came into contact with people from the elite circles. So, have you achieved a leap in social class now? Are you living in a mansion, or have you gotten to know important figures from the four major families?"
Jin Lu was exhausted, and her face was ashen.
None.
Yan Qiao smiled, "Miss Jin Lu, not only do people need to know themselves, but they also need to know their partners. Some people are like QR codes; you won't know what they are until you scan them."
Jin Lu's face darkened, and she glanced at Pei Jingzhan.
With such superior bone structure, one can tell at a glance that Third Master's true appearance is definitely not bad.
"Then Yan Qiao, have you ever truly known the people around you?"
Yan Qiao raised an eyebrow, but before she could finish speaking, Jin Lu turned and left.
Her eyes darted around before settling on Pei Jingzhan.
"The person she mentioned, it wouldn't be you, Mr. Pei Bingjun, would it? What did you lie to me about?"
Pei Jingzhan scoffed, took off his mask, and revealed his incomparably handsome face.
"What are you lying about? A salary of two thousand eight?"
Yan Qiao: "...You seem very dissatisfied with this salary."
Pei Jingzhan gave a forced smile, "No, I'm very satisfied with my salary."
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